The North Sea

The wind has chilled all of our bones
Or is it just the fright?
Our voices all devoured by the sky
We pull the ropes and search the foam but
You’re nowhere in sight
Your melodies surprised us but
The North Sea’s always right
Far away from home
Far away from home
Here comes the night.
Did you ever tire to explore
Those valleys black and white —
To navigate the corners of our minds?
You’d wander through our every storm-
A chalice full of light
Your melodies advised us but
The North Sea’s always right
So very close to home
So very close to home
Here comes the night.
Who’d ever think that you might lose
— that you might lose a fight?
The North Sea may despise us —
You proved it to be trite —
Far away from home
There you may roam
Into the light.
(For Esbjörn Svensson)